It’s so early in the morning that you could swear you beat the birds in waking up, and bleary eyed and still in need of coffee, you pad over to your closet to throw something on. You can’t handle anything un-pajama like right now but, then again, you don’t want to look like a cat lady on the train, so you reach for the chevron sweater folded neatly on your shelf. It’s just the right amount of slouch and just the right amount of Bill Cosby to make the morning much better than it was just a few seconds ago.